Christ Almighty, 25 days until "the big day" omgggggggggggggg. It's kind of scary and exciting and frustrating and I can't wait for it to be all over and done with. I'm not cut out for pretty princess parties. I hate meticulous planning. To be frankly honest, I don't care what everything looks like or how it's carefully planned out like if anyone cares about stupid minutae like that. Just so long as we're married at the end of the day, that's well and fine by me.

In other news, Forgetting Sarah Marshall is hilarious. Be forwarned: there is a lot of schlong in it.